(feat. Lil Wayne)


[Chorus]

We gettin money man I'll show you how to turn profit

In the hood they call me Joey the profit

First you cop it

Then you cook it

Then you chop it

What the Fuck boy

Bitch ass niggaz

They can't stop us

We turn a Profit

P-P-P-P-Profit the Profit

We make a P-P-P-P-Profit, Profit

Yeah in the hood they call me Joey the profit

If you listen close my niggaz you bound to see a profit



[1st Verse]

I'm New York's living legend

The streets know me well

Stand in the line of fire

It's going to be hell

You dancin wit the devil

Tonight's your last night

Picture me Lil's Eazy E

Pistol Fahrenheit

LA County got work in Slawson

We get it poppin

Back to Roxbury in Boston

The streets love me

See they named me coca

The Puerto Rican version of La Costra Nostra

You can find me in the kitchen with me apron on

Something like the chef, yeah I get my Raekwon on

Joey the Mayor

I get Keys to the city

And I got 'em cheap the whole hood could come with me

Nigga



[Chorus]



[2nd Verse: Lil Wayne]

I'm getting money

I'm the president Junior

And in the hood they call me Weezy the future

And everybody that's around me ull shoot ya

And nigga my band let 'em blow like twofers yeah

Clap

I got em, I GGG got 'em I  got em, yep

Cook I got em, I GGG got 'em I  got em, yep

And in the hood they call me Weezy the future

If listen close my nigga you might see the future



Young Wayne in the building

Where your stove at

Cook 'em up Strap 'em down

Where the road at

I'm strapped up plenty bullets

Nigga hold that

Now you step in out in led shower where your robe at

I knock your earth off

Damn where ya globe at

Fuck the coach I keep shooting like Kobe

The money knows me better then anybody

Bitch I'm paid forget about it

I'm sitting in the coupe wit the tities outted

The nipples chrome

Or that big black thing wit the slippers on that bullshit

Dippin' on them bitches

Get off dick

You soft pricks

I'm from New Orleans

Homeless but don't forget

The sun even shines on dark shit

And dawg I've been hustlin since the day I was barkin

I walk in this bitch like what it do

The money home

Stop hatin'

Get your money on

Nigga



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[3rd Verse]

This year all star weekend was off the chain

Literally niggaz comin' off wit them chains

Put the Desi to his chest

Homey going die tonight

Then his jaw dropped like Napoleon dynamite

Jack boy I been since I'm a toddler

My Dad was sleeping I was running through his pockets

Oh yeah you ready for war then what's stopping you

I hope you know them Bentley doors not chopper proof

And they go Br R-RR Ta Tat

Just like them bullets dancin'

Come up short wit my doe I'm bout to pull a Manson

Take your kids for ransom

Yeah it's Payback Nigga

Next time I front you some birds you better pay Crack

What shit - I don't know nothing

He might be the police coming up with assumptions

All I know is this nigga hear is about to meet god

If you don't bring me some keys or bring me fifty large



[Chorus]